Chasing Pavements

five

5
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𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊

My eyes peered at the moving road. I could jump this. Internally hyping myself up, I opened the door. The loud click resonating within the vehicle, causing the pair before me to flicker their attention to me with wide eyes.

"Blyad'. Milo Get her!" I jumped and rolled out of the car before they could even get to me.

Tiny rocks and gravel pricked and scrapped at my skin. My head throbbed with pain, I pushed myself up and ran with adrenaline pumping in my veins. I hear the car door slamming shut as well as heavy footsteps on the gravel. My arms and legs were bruised and the cuts from jumping off the car, stung with immense pain.

"Don't let her get away, we need her!" Dyonev shouts. "Miss Vernamina, stop! We won't hurt you!"

Tears rolled down my cheek as I ran faster. If they think that for one second that I would believe they wouldn't, then they were foolish men. They would hurt me. I was sure of that, because everyone did even though they gave me their word that they wouldn't. I won't be a fool anymore. My lungs constricted against my chest, it was getting harder too breathe every second that I ran. I tripped down, face flat. I peered behind me and saw the heels of my platform snapped. But that did not stop me. Nothing did. And so, I pushed myself off the ground and hurriedly threw away both my shoes. I ran with sock covered feet and a pounding heart.

"Ona poydet navredit sebya. Begi bystreye, chert poberi!" She's gonna hurt herself. Run faster, goddamnit!

I neared the end of a cliff. The ocean's waves harshly crashing with the thick wall of mountain. The adrenaline rush I've felt is starting to fade. An idea popped up in my brain. I turned to face my captors. The words of their mother-tongue slipped smoothly from my lips.

"Ne dvigaytes'!" Don't move.

Dyonev slowed as Milorad took cautious steps towards me with his hand out. Their brows knit together as a panic look strike them both. An understanding that I could speak Russian in their eyes. "'Devushka, my ne sdelayem tebe bol'no. U vas yest' slovo. Pozhaluysta, prosto naydite ot kraya." Young lady, we won't hurt you. You have our word. Please, just step away from the edge.

"Chto ty khochesh'?" What do you want?. I ask with trembling lips. I glanced at the deep water below me.

Milorad took a step forward, I inched backward. He noticed this and backed up a bit. "We do not wish to hurt you. We cannot tell you what you are here for but we can assure you that you will not be harmed." I snort.

"That doesn't really sound as reassuring."

Milo bent on his knees and laid his gun on the ground before me. He urged Dyonev to do the same. They crept closer to me. I thrust a hand forward as I slid closer to the edge.

"See? No more weapons. Please. Just come with us."

Sweat rolled down the side of my forehead. "Stop, I said stop!" My feet scrunched at the ground.

Should I jump off now? What if I don't make it to the water? Where would I even go after? I was gathering my thoughts when a van skidded against the pavement. The two men before me became outnumbered when six black-suited men stepped out of the vehicle with guns of all sizes. A tall burly man shot Dyonev in the knee and did the same for Milorad. They let out a cry of cusses as the men put restraints on them.

"Pakhan, my dostavili yeye."

Without thinking, I stared at them in the eye as they approached. Raising my hand to my forehead, giving them a strong salute. "Da svidania!" Goodbye. My arms wide open as I threw myself off the cliff.

My heart pounding beneath my chest. My head barely scratched against the huge rock as the water swallowed me whole. Water breathed into my lungs. The waves rioted with me in between. My eyelids heavy, slowly closing as I lose myself to the water.

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I do not know where I am. Or how long it's been, but I awoke. Water surrounding me as a variety of fish swam around me. Fear crept in my veins. I have always feared the deep waters. My words were mumbled by water as I desperately claw at the the ocean water trying to swim up to breathe in air. The sea salt water stung my eyes My knees buckled. I couldn't flip my feet. I stopped gasping for air. I could only pray that no sea predators took interest in me. That would be the most unhonorable way to die.

Like a dead sailor, I floated. The ocean taking me to where ever.